Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
If I could give you one tip in writing it would be never to repeat the same thing twice, keep your audience prepared for something new, even if it is only two short sentences.
If I could give you one tip in writing it would be never to repeat the same thing twice, keep your audience prepared for something new, even if it is only two short sentences.
How could she possibly express, just what her heart ached to say; but her head prompted her not to, for fear of rejection, fear of the upturned eyes, and furrowed brow. In order to keep her status as local wallflower, young-at-27 and inevitably to be a colloquial cat lady; she simply had to keep to herself that she enjoyed High School Musical.
Sheree, always conscious of her full figure, and worried that Tony, her new boyfriend secretly thought she was too fat, was surprised when she found him standing at her front door with a dozen red roses in one hand and a huge 10 pound box of chocolates in the other.
Her heart fluttered, thinking this was the most perfect Valentine’s gift in the world, and Tony was the most thoughtful man she had ever met, when he informed her that the roses were for her mother for bringing her into this world, and the chocolates were for her because she needed some meat on her bones.
Once they classified “breakup grief” as an actual illness, there soon was funding and benefit concerts and searching for a cure.
So far, choc-chip cookies, good friends and a 12-week course of pills is what they’ve come up with.
As the dentist filled my teeth I saw the edge of a note in her pocket.
From my position I could only read “I’m afraid the results …”
You know, the end of my life is approaching at speed and so I really don’t have time to sit around with you.
I’m not saying see you later because that ain’t ever happening.
From behind she looked considerably less than half my ex-husband’s age as she tossed her expensively gorgeous hair. But the hands and face looked as old as mine and I wondered whether to be angry or triumphant.
I met a marketing girl today.
Hollow she was, and as deep as the dog’s water dish.
The leather harness securely fastened the wailing toddler to the wrought iron headboard, punishment for an incomprehensible misdeed or assertion of will. Then she saw the tree beyond the window, and time and tears stood still.
In all other states, blossoms on trees float to vibrant green grass. I return to the state board to be welcomed with overcast clouds shedding white light upon the dead root.
After perusing every can of cat food on the supermarket shelf, reading for ash content, and trying to decide which would be the most appetizing for Mr. Finicky, I finally decide on the most expensive brand of course and take it home to my feline companion, who always lets me know that he will eat only the best.
I open the can, place the contents into his crystal bowl, pick him up lovingly and set him down in front of the delicacy du jour, whereupon he sniffs, turns up his nose and runs through the pet door to dine on his stinky leftovers from last night which had been placed on the back deck for the hungry raccoons.
The pain and worry, the sleepless nights, the times you didn’t want me near, are all worthwhile when I hear those words whispered in my ear. “I love you, Mom, and I hope you know I’m who I am today because of you…I learned it all from you.
As a joke I took them to see the cat when they said “take us to your leader”.
The cat received them with good graces, had some kind of long talk with them and then they left rather quickly.
And there it was, that deep thought captured in a perfect combination of words, caught like a wild animal kicking and screaming, unable to escape that flawless cage made of letters. The sentence that holds her would never be misunderstood, it would never fade away or lose its sense because it owes its strength to something that is out of this world, something that doesn’t have to obey its laws.
Yesterday morning, Mitch was all smiles at me and at everyone else at the office, as she enthusiastically told us about Rey, a new guy she met, and how gentleman he is despite the fact that their first date was still later that evening.
Today, I saw her avoiding me and she sobs whenever someone mentions the name Rey, which incidentally has the same name as mine.
Scream and protest and struggle as much as you like but it won’t change the truth.
Santa ain’t real.
Kneeling, I look up at her sunken cheeks, knowing, as my eyes rise to the crucifix on the wall behind her chair, that she is not long for this world. I know the pain is unbearable and I glance back and forth between her unsettled self and Christ’s body and soul, ready to escort her Home .
Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!
Just to speed this up – I totally judge people by their iTunes playlist.
Furious, she found her big brown handsome man, the finest pumpernickel she’d ever seen, snuggled against that plain piece of white bread, both now somehow occupying the same bread wrapper.
His infidelity enraged her so that she grabbed them both, shoved them into the death machine, one in each slot and while depressing the lever, screamed “You’re toast!”
A company would fire you without hesitation if it were good for business.
That is why we don’t tell companies our true goals.